I've written this story a thousand times in my head without writing anything at all down. I would love to go into some of the heated strategy sessions that went on between some of the people who had conversations on secure satellite phones out in the woods wearing brand-new clothing from head to toe to avoid the possibility of listening devices, the online discussions about Game Theory and how some of us who were particularly eager to act sooner rather than later were either informants, naive kids, or pathological patriots. I'd even like to tell some stories about all the false intel and static we put out to make sure the NSA or whoever else might have been paying attention to us earned their $100,000 salary.
But it's Saturday and I'm not being tortured in some CIA dungeon. And the first live go hasn't been canceled and the auto-send digital distress signal hasn't gone out...
Don't feed the pandas. Ever.
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